



It's no joke. I could kill a cactus. Oh, and did I mention that my father is a landscape architect? What a disgrace! Yeah, I am guessing that is a trait that skips a generation. I have hopes that someday I will enjoy this past-time but as of now, I prefer to pay the kid next door to cut my grass and to buy my vegetables, herbs and flowers from the Whole Foods. But I think if I had a cute little shed like this one (above) or as organized as this one (below), I might reconsider taking up the hobby!

~Images: Better Homes & Gardens March 2009 and Martha Stewart Living